[ Squalo initially comes in without thought, just wanting to grab Mr Smugface and bash him repeatedly into a wall or his favorite cryopod. Tear, batter, make him fucking hurt because that's how he deals with feeling helpless. ]
[ But then there's something else. It's not just some regular Joe with a mouth too big for him; the man's reflexes, avoiding his "projectile" seemingly without effort and immediately turning it around to his advantage, promises an actual fight. Possibly a good one. ]
[ There's a hint of manic interest in Squalo's eyes, and his bared teeth turn upside down into a grin, but he doesn't stop, instead just bringing his left arm up to block sliver from gashing his face as he gets closer. It sounds like there's metal under his sleeve. ]
You don't know half of it.
[ Going right past rabid dog and right into brain-damaged hyena territory, he uses this chance to try to knock his opponent off his feet by ramming into him with pure momentum. ]
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[ But then there's something else. It's not just some regular Joe with a mouth too big for him; the man's reflexes, avoiding his "projectile" seemingly without effort and immediately turning it around to his advantage, promises an actual fight. Possibly a good one. ]
[ There's a hint of manic interest in Squalo's eyes, and his bared teeth turn upside down into a grin, but he doesn't stop, instead just bringing his left arm up to block sliver from gashing his face as he gets closer. It sounds like there's metal under his sleeve. ]
You don't know half of it.
[ Going right past rabid dog and right into brain-damaged hyena territory, he uses this chance to try to knock his opponent off his feet by ramming into him with pure momentum. ]